Annabeth chase

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly
weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and
Thalia on the way.
It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow
pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between
the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much.
Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to
Westover Hall, it was getting...

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right
now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal
life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty
ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for
being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading
immediately.

My nightmare started like this.
I was standing on a deserted street in some little beach town. It was the middle of the night. A
storm was blowing. Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. Pink and
yellow stucco buildings lined the street, their win-dows boarded up. A block away, past a line
of hibiscus bushes, the ocean churned.
Florida, I thought. Though I wasn't sure how I knew that. I'd never been to Florida.
Then I heard hooves clattering against the pavement. I turned and saw my friend Grover
running for his life....

.CHAPTOR ONE
I GO CRUISING WITH THE EXPLOSIVES
The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car. Up until then, I was having a great afternoon. Technically I wasn't suppose to be driving because I wouldn't be sixteen for another week, but my mom and my stepdad,Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to this private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and Paul let us borrow his Prius for a short spin. Now, I know you're thinking, Wow, that was really irresponsible of him,blah,blah,blah, but Paul knows me pretty well. He's seen me...

The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. But there I
was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my mom’s car in front of Goode High School
on East 81st .
Goode was this big brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and
Lincoln Town Cars were parked out front. Staring up at the fancy stone archway, I wondered how
long it would take me to get kicked out of this place.
“Just relax.” My mom didn’t sound relaxed. “It’s only an orientation tour. And remember, dear,
this is Paul’s school. So try...